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Rebellion, Freedom and Passion

Friday 13th of November I am quite superstitious. I usually feel weird when there is a Friday 13th around the corner. Not this year. This year, I had planned a date with a wonderful man and that was the only thing that mattered. Nothing could take my mind off this much-awaited rendez-vous. So when my mum told me she was going to the Bataclan to accompany her friend at a hard rock concert, I did not pay much attention. I should have, probably. As much as my mother loves music, hard rock is definitely not her favourite kind.But the only person I was thinking about that day was not my mother. Or anyone else, for that matter. 11pm – I am in a pub. The whole world is in shock. I do not understand what is going on. And then I heard. And then I read. Only two words were reasoning in my head: deaths and Bataclan. My heart skipped a beat, or even two. My throat closed. I tried not to imagine the worst. I …